Hollywood Billy’s stories, like Yaya’s, were riveting. He had been through incredible adventures, done weird stuff and above all he had kept it all in his little camera for his best friends to see. Little-Hairy-Harry was witnessing a whole new world made of sparkles, flashes and cameras, and butts. So many butts! Famous butts, anonymous butts, sagging butts, some of them well toned, some waxed and some totally revolting. Apparently there were huge places dedicated to the life of butts. One could find films and TV networks, magazines, websites... He secretly promised himself he would check Stella out as soon as possible.
In the meantime, Little-Hairy-Harry was hooked to Billy’s funny stories. As a very special agent, he realized that supervising missiles being launched wasn’t the most glamorous job on earth. He wanted more. He was dreaming of that far far away land where all hairs were beautiful and tanned, and showing it off on TV.
Missile-watcher ? Seriously ? This was no true calling. Star hair in Butt-Land ? Oh yeah !
Hollywood Billy was lying on the ground, digesting the huge dinner Yaya had provided, some tomato juice still dripping from his goatee. Little-Hairy-Harry looked at him, smiled and finally got the guts to ask for his email.
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